TMG01
RECEIPT #001
FILED UNDER: DINER-TMG
DATE: 3/1/96
EMPLOYEE #35
That sucked. It’s no fun being kidnapped. Not that I really thought it would be. Worse, I think I’ve finally pushed my luck with my parents for the last time. Sure, I can sneak out over a weekend or two. But going missing for an entire week without a word, eh, it’s too much for them. I wish I could just tell them I got a sometimes demanding after-school Cafe job, but they’re not the coffee type. They’re tourists with a capital T. And while they don’t usually care too much about where I am or what I’m doing, I guess I hit a nerve this time.
Which, also, not fair. I didn’t hit this nerve; Mrs. Aka and her goons did. It’s not like I wanted to disappear for a week. Well, the bad news is my parents are now going to pick me up from school, and I’m to stay in my room until, I don’t know, I rot away. Or turn 18. Whichever comes first, I guess. Luckily, I still have my CaDCom, but there’s not really much point in putting in receipts when I can’t serve coffee all that much. I’ve thought about just sneaking out, and maybe it’ll get easier a month or two out, but we’ve got some seriously hot Nicaraguan coffee that needs to be served before it goes cold.
That creep Augustine did something to me. Well, did something with me, I guess. It sounds really bad when I phrase it like that, but you know what I mean. He used my “unique vision” without my permission. I don’t know how or why he did it. I don’t really remember any of my time with Mrs. Aka, Miss. Hawthorne, or Augustine. I’m pretty sure Mrs. Umbra had me in some sort of hypnagogic state. Always fun. If I could get back to the Cafe, I’m sure #71 could check me out, but I guess one problem at a time.